Rachel Carnes
Eugene, OR

Rachael discovered playwriting in 2016 and is humbled by productions across the U.S., the U.K. and Canada, and invitations to the William Inge Theatre Festival, the Midwest Dramatists Center Conference, the  Mid-America Theatre Conference, the American Association for Theatre in Higher Education Conference, the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts Playwriting Intensive and the Sewanee Writer’s Conference. Rachael’s award-winning play "Partner Of—" was published by the Coachella Review in 2018, and will be featured in the 2019 Samuel French Off-Off Broadway Festival in New York City. Her plays "Ice Front" and "Curbed" will be published in the Silk Road Review in 2020. Rachael’s play "Canopy" has had staged readings at the Parsons Nose Theatre in Pasadena, CA, and the WriteON Script Forum in Cambridge, U.K. Rachael founded #CodeRedPlaywrightsENOUGH, dedicated to creating plays in response to gun violence.

a play by Rachel Carnes

In Response to the events of June 10, 2014, in Troutdale, OR. 

Dedicated to Emilio Hoffman, age 14. 


Friend — Age 18. 


Multnomah Falls, a few miles from the school. 




There was an osprey circling way up high on the last day of school.
We watched it from the bike path —
Watched it over the river —
You said we’d be late but I wanted to stop.
They almost look like they’re working together —
Just hanging in the air, then zoom! Bang —
Up with a fish!
God, I’d love to be able to fish like that. Wouldn’t you?
We were happy. I mean —
We did it! We got through Freshman year!
We were gonna go celebrate — I had money in my pocket. We were gonna go get milkshakes.
I hate talking to you in this —
What’s it called?
You’re the one who’s good at English, not me.
Past tense. The past tense —
You in English class, hand raised — all the right answers.
You had all the right answers.
Running, kicking the ball —
Stop! I want to watch the ospreys. Look at them!
Now you’re just some dumb kid who —
I’m sorry. You’re not —
It’s cold here. The trees and moss and —
Why’d did you have to be there right then, huh?
Now I’m here and you’re —
Those boulders up above me?
The water down below?
Are you the osprey circling?
God — See what you did?
Now I sound like I’m in English class again!
I feel you when I’m here, though —
It’s like —
It’s like church.
Like the trees are this cathedral and —
When I’m here I don’t miss you so much.
The water on my faces washes away the —
Your mom’s okay. She came to graduation.
They had your name in the program.
I walked for you. They gave your mom your diploma.
I miss you.
Do you miss me?

Lights Out. End of Play.


© 2019 by Cascadia Rising Review

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